WOULD I were with thee! every day and hour
Which now I spend so sadly, far from thee–
Would that my form possessed the magic power
To follow where my heavy heart would be!
Whate’er thy lot–by land or sea–
Would I were with thee–eternally!
Would I were with thee! when, the world forgetting,
Thy weary limbs upon the turf are thrown,
While bright and red the evening sun is setting,
And all thy thoughts belong to heaven alone:
While happy dreams thy heart employ–
Would I were with thee–in thy joy!
Would I were with thee! when, no longer feigning
The hurried laugh that stifles back a sigh;
Thy young lip pours unheard its sweet complaining,
And tears have quenched the light within thine eye:
When all seems dark and sad below,
Would I were with thee–in thy woe!
Would I were with thee! when the day is breaking,
And when the moon hath lit the lonely sea–
Or when in crowds some careless note awaking:
Speaks to thy heart in memory of me.
In joy or pain, by sea or shore–
Would I were with thee–evermore!